"...Kross?" [i]A slightly older voice spoke up to Kross's right, the voice seeming ever so familiar. It belonged to a 5'7 foot tall knightess, clad in a suit of Elite Knight Armor descended from the once royal country of Astora. A steel visor hid away her face, concealing her head and protecting it from damage. A crest shield and three foot long straight sword hung at her side, while a ring rested upon her gloved right finger, a demonic deep green eye within it. This person..she knew Kross, hell, considered him more than a friend. Not in a romance way, but...Kross was still amazing to her. This person was Anri. The Lord of Hollows.[/i] "It's...It's actually you."